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Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
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The lilac spreadOdorous essence.
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The purple clusters load the lilac-bushes.
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Lotos, the name; divine, nectareous juice!
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Stone lotus cups, with petals dipped in sand.
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They wove the lotus band to deckAnd fan with pensile wreath their neck.
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The lotos bowed above the tide and dreamed.
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Fragrant o'er all the western grovesThe tall magnolia towers unshaded.
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And winking Mary-buds beginTo ope their golden eyes.
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The marigold abroad her leaves doth spread,Because the sun's and her power is the same.
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No marigolds yet closed are,No shadows great appeare.
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The sun-observing marigold.
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Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.
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Her heart was a passion-flower, bearing within it the crown of thorns and the cross of Christ.
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The beauteous pink I would not slight.Pride of the gardener's leisure.
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The primrose banks how fair!
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Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
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Bountiful Primroses, With outspread heart that needs the rough leaves' care.
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A primrose by a river's brim,And it was nothing more.
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Primroses, the Spring may love them;Summer knows but little of them.
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And the saffron flowerClear as a flame of sacrifice breaks out.
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The morning star of flowers.
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The pea is but a wanton witchAnd clasps her rings on every hand.
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What loved little islands, twice seen in their lakes :Can the wild water-lily restore.
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Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying,In sweetness, not in music, dying.
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